the popular crowd were 10 feet away from her, laughing staring at their phones and taking pictures of whatever.
she was at her locker, rubbing her face. desperately trying to hide the tears. he did nothing but watch, hoping she was ok. he wanted to approach her again and ask her if she's alright.
but what would be the answer?
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Broken Phone
Teen Fictionwhere he watched her check her broken phone every 2 minutes. [WARNING: THIS IS NOT EDITED YET. SO PLEASE, DONT INFORM ME ABOUT THIS. I KNOW I KNOW. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, I WILL EDIT THIS STORY SOON.] ©princess_cla 2014
